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Moony, is that Charms essay still due tomorrow?
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[19 Jan 2007|08:39pm] |
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MOONY. MOONY HI. LOOK AT ME!! MOONNNNNNYYYYYYYYY HELLO HELLO! LOOK LOOK PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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[04 Jan 2007|09:02pm] |
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Oi Moonypanties. C'mere a minute.
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[07 Dec 2006|06:42pm] |
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Moony? Could we, um ... ?
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[01 Dec 2006|05:16pm] |
OKAY WHY IS EVERYONE WALKING AROUND LIKE SOMEBODY DIED.
THE COMMON ROOM HAS TURNED INTO A FUCKING BRIGHT EYES ALBUM. IT'S UNNATURAL.
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[21 Nov 2006|06:39pm] |
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PRONGS.
PRONGS WHY DID THAT UNICORN TRY TO GIVE YOU AND EVANS THE GLASGOW HANDSHAKE IN CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES TODAY? ARE YOU ALRIGHT? DID THEY HAVE TO AMPUTATE EVANS' HAND?
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[22 Oct 2006|03:23pm] |
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Prongs who was that girl you were talking to? The one with the hair like topiary?
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[10 Sep 2006|11:54am] |
OKAY I'VE DECIDED SOMETHING. PAY ATTENTION, ALL OF YOU.
This year I'm finally going to nail Minerva.
AND I CAN HEAR YOU SCOFFING OVER THERE, JAMES SUZANNE POTTER. IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN. DON'T MAKE ME SHOVE THAT HEAD BOY BADGE SOMEWHERE UNPLEASANT. MOONY HAS SPECIAL BOOKS AND I HAVE EXTENSIVE KNOWLEDGE OF HUMAN ANATOMY. I KNOW WHERE TO PUT THINGS.
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[06 Aug 2006|03:42pm] |
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HAHAHAHA LOOK WHAT I DID LOOK WHAT I DID PRONGS. PRONGS LOOK. I AM A GENIU- OUCH. HE BIT ME!!
You know, he's actually rather cute like this. Apart from the biting, obviously.
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[04 Aug 2006|05:51pm] |
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What the fuck.
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[01 Aug 2006|03:34pm] |
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Moony?
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[21 Jun 2006|11:54pm] |
PRONGS. PRONGS WHAT IS HAPPENING DOWN THERE. I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
SHIT.
SOMEBODY TALK TO ME.
PETER? PETER WHERE THE SODDING BUMBLUDGERING HELL ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU.
COME ON JAMES WORK WITH ME HERE.
Snape?
oh sod this.
EVANS.
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[21 Jun 2006|11:28pm] |
AHAHAHAHAHA I AM A GENIUS
PRONGS YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST DID
AHAHAHAHA
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[20 Jun 2006|07:35pm] |
Days since Prongs has burned something: ten! That's an improvement!
... Ah, shit, make that zero. PRONGS. PRONGS GIVE ME THE MATCHES. WHAT HAVE WE TALKED ABOUT.
Anyway. My sock drawer has been reduced to cinders. CINDERS! A BLACK CANNOT POSSIBLY WEAR CINDERS!! Even my favourite pair of fuzzy purple socks went down in flames goddammit Prongs. AND BY THE WAY I DO EXPECT YOU TO KNIT ME SOME NEW ONES YOU BASTARD.
I am in dire need of comfort.
I plan on pouting and heaving great sighs of bereavement until someone pays attention to me.
SIGH.
SIGH.
SIGH.
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[06 Jun 2006|06:36pm] |
SNIFFLE SNIFFLE
I AM HORRIBLY AND MISERABLY ILL because it appears that SOMEONE left the WINDOW open last night REMUS I'M LOOKING AT YOU and now I've gone and caught a CHILL and I'm SNIFFLING and SNEEZING and MCGONAGALL IS MAKING ME DO AN ADDITIONAL ESSAY BECAUSE SHE CAUGHT ME SNIGGERING AT GILDEROY LOCKHART'S SINGED EYEBROWS IT'S UNJUST I TELL YOU and I need TEA and BISCUITS and TLC WHATEVER THAT IS.
This really is unbearably unfair you know I AM NEVER ILL. except for that time when I was seven but we don't talk about that SIRIUS BLACK DOES NOT BECOME ILL, THANK YOU. BUT MY HEAD IS ALL CONGESTED AND STUFFY AND I'VE GOT SNOT RUNNING EVERYWHERE AND IT'S GREEN AND REALLY NOT VERY ATTRACTIVE AND NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME LIKE THIS AND I'LL DIE ABANDONED AND BEREFT AND ALONE. I'M GOING TO BE A FAT OLD SPINSTER SURROUNDED BY DOZENS OF MANGY CATS ALL BECAUSE OF THIS BLOODY CUNTING SODWHELKERING HEAD COLD THING.
My life is so very, very hard.
AND WHERE'S MY SODDING HANDKERCHIEF.
... Prongs? Prongs I'm s- oh dear feeling dizzy mrrf.
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[30 May 2006|01:38pm] |
I AM BORED.
PRONGS LET'S DO SOMETHING.
LET'S BREAK INTO DUMBLEDORE'S OFFICE AND EAT HIS LEMON DROPS.
EDIT:
JAMES YOU IDIOT. WHEN I SAID LET'S DO SOMETHING I DIDN'T MEAN GO SET FIRE TO THE HUFFLEPUFF COMMON ROOM.
You singed that Lockhart kid's eyebrows off. Have you ever seen a Hufflepuff cry?! I don't think you have, Prongs. Their tears turn into jellybeans.
Though that may have just been all the eye shadow he was wearing. BUT WHATEVER IT WAS, IT WAS COMING OUT IN PASTEL CLUMPS. AND DAVEY GUDGEON WAS EATING IT.
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[21 May 2006|11:51am] |
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PRONGS DID YOU TAKE MY BLUE THREAD I NEED THAT
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[16 May 2006|06:33pm] |
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Would anyone care to tell me why Evans or an extremely life-like rubber doll moulded to her likeness slept in our dormitory last night? Hmmmmm? JAMES AGNETHA POTTER YOU'VE GOT SOME 'SPLAINING TO DO.
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[07 May 2006|06:21am] |
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Embroidery is SO DIFFICULT. I've pricked myself approximately eleventy thousand times in the past twenty minutes. I don't understand how old grannies with their bonnets and poor eyesight can do this all day long because needles are SHARP and I am in PAIN and OH GOD I AM BLEEDING-
okay that was unpleasant.
Where was I? Oh right.
Anyhow, I ran into Dorcas Meadowes whilst hiding in the library and somehow I've been roped into sewing lessons. It's actually far less horrible than it sounds. It took me about three hours to thread my needle, but since then I've been making excellent progress! I've already made three shirts and a...whatever this thing is. I think it's a tea cozy with sleeves.
You know, Dorcas is really quite pretty and very nice and she thinks I've got nice hair and unlike certain bad-tempered Charms-obsessed redheads I could mention, she doesn't go around lighting dormitories on fire. Plus she's circumcised.
By the way, Moony, I took the liberty of embroidering daisies onto all your underwear.
James, I'm making you a scarf next. Would you prefer flowers or bumblebees stitched on it?
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